"They had Holidays, when English workers were working seven days a week in the Spitfire factories, at Woolstone near Southampton seventy three hour we...ks, on night shift, I knew this, and I was not as impressed as Miss Johnsson expected.He led us to the buildings, I was a model of politeness, slipping in beside the blonde beauty, "Hello," I said hopefully."Hi," she replied and then we walked together in silent companionship. The situation was not ideal for making small talk as the old fool. "All the girls will be in tuxedos and the boys will bedressed to the nines with the hair to match. You won't feel out of placein this."I shrugged my shoulders. Cobi sighed and flicked through to look at otheroptions.We spent the rest of the bus ride looking at dresses--and I had to admit,there were a few that I actually did like--so Cobi added them to his basketand we promised to go dress shopping after school.The bus pulled into the school and everybody hopped off. The creepy busdriver made a. Sparkling blue eyes. Mouth opened in a very lust filled smile. It was enough to make my cock rock hard, even if I hadn't just given her the pussy eating that I had."Well, come on. Don't you want me to see it?", she purred, getting her breath back."Absolutely," I said, quickly unbucleing my belt. She sat forward in the recliner as I unbuttoned the waistband and pulled down the zipper.She had her hands on my cock befor it was even out of my underware. I could feel the cotton fabric soaked with. The door was closed and the man with the camera took position near the wall and started filming. The fighter stepped in front of me, but not very close -- we were separated by a meter or so. As he was looking down at me, I suddenly realised that I had been staring at him the whole time. Shameful and afraid of appearing disrespectful, I lowered my head. I heard the two men exchanging few words, but of course I could not comprehend what was said. The fighter slowly walked around me and I could.